by T C
"Quentin, please..." Kaydia moaned, her lust coating his mind like warm honey, "I need you to fuck me. I need your cock inside me. Please."
There was no resistance as he entered her –she was so slick from his cock and his finger and the blood-warm water that his entire length drove balls deep into her in a single thrust. "FUCK!" he roared as her inner muscles clenched around him, gripping him with an almost intolerable slick heat. "So... fucking... GOOD!" His hands, rough and hard from decades of weapons training, gripped her hips hard enough to leave red marks as he began to move. His thrusts were fierce, almost violent, and his fingers dug into her flesh as he slammed into her. His biceps bulged, jerking her ass back against his stomach with each thrust, using her dripping cunt for his own pleasure.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, letting his raw animal hunger for her flow from his mind with every word. "Like being spread open and impaled on my meat, don't you?" Every word came out as a gasping grunt, in time with his pounding thrusts and laced with primal lust. "You just love being my fucktoy, don't you Scarlet?"
“Yes! I fucking love it! I need it. Fuck…use me Quentin,” she roared, throwing her head back in utter abandon, meeting his hips with her own.
He released her hips, twisting the fingers of one hand in her copper hair and palming and squeezing a breast with the other. "Tell me!" he demanded, opening his mind to her.
“I love...fucking you…feeling you…Having you…” Anything else she might have said was cut off by the sensations flooding her mind, feeling her body and his, feeling him inside her body and mind, feeling herself through his senses.
As he pulled, forcing her body to arch back against his, he let her feel her own body through his. The firm softness of her own breast as she (he) squeezed it with her (his) hand and pinched the nipple. The silk of her own hair wrapped around her (his) hand and the supple strength of her own back and rear pressed against the lean muscle and heat of her (his) chest and abdomen. The velvet liquid heat of her own sex clenched around her (his) aching, rock-hard cock as she (he) pounded harder and faster into her, staving off her (his) orgasm through sheer force of will.
And then, suddenly, her (his) lips weresoft on her own ear as she (he) stilled her (his) frantic motion. "Tell me," he whispered, love shining through and shaping his frenzied hunger. He shook with the effort of holding himself motionless within her body. "Tell me you need me as much as I need you."
"Tell me you need me as much as I need you."
“Quentin,” She sobbed out happiness and regret, and need poured out into his name. Her orgasm trembled in time with her sobs. “Don’t leave me. I need you.”
Quentin uttered a strangled cry as her release surrounded him, nearly overwhelmed him, and it took all his training to not follow her into his own orgasm. He concentrated on his name from her lips, on the whispered plea and confession that she needed him, and ignored the burning demands of his rock hard meat within her. "I need you," he whispered, trembling and shaking as his nerves shrieked at him for release. "No matter what..."
It was too much She was too much. Rational thought fled as she drank in his desire and returned it to him mingled with her own. The feel of her body against his, around his, moving with him drove him to a near frenzy. His teeth bruised the flesh if her shoulder and throat as he abandoned restraint and drove himself hard and deep into her waiting sex. Animal cries of passion burst from his lips, and a possessive flame burned in his eyes.
"Fuck," he grunted, the words just meaningless sounds. "Fuck... Kaydia... yeah... fuck!" He felt his pleasure building, balls tightening as tlhe pounded into her with increasing force. Finally, with a gutteral explosion of sound, be sheathed himself deep in her slit and screamed his release as his cock throbbed and erupted, coating her walls with his seed.
Defeat
"Bitch."
Linora swore without heat, too drained by the numb agony of withdrawal to work up much enthusiasm. "Traitorous cunt," she hissed, wishing she could reach the water dispenser. Overcoming chemicals took a toll on the body, because they had to go somewhere. And so they went in breath and sweat and piss, and now she was parched and covered with sweat and really needed a toilet.
Maybe it was a kindness that her clothes had been left in Quentin's cell? At least they weren't sticking to her flesh.
"Whore," she mumbled.
She wasn't going to kill Scarlet for this - she still had feelings for the sultry crimson-haired assassin, after all. And she didn't begrudge her conflicted feelings for Quentin, either. Hell. She still had them herself. But Scarlet would have to be disciplined for her betrayal...
A small flush of heat coiled through her crotch at the thought, and she licked her parched lips. The withdrawal must be winding down, she decided, if she was beginning to feel turned on.
Soon. She just needed an opening...
***
In the wake of their climax, Kaydia clung to Quentin, shivering and trembling, unwilling to let him go. Unable to let him go, in the aftermath of their fucking, in the intense outpouring of emotions that passed between them. Part of her was scared, scared that everything he had said to her was in the heat of the moment. Scared he would come to his sense and realize the truth of the words she had spoken to him before they had fucked. But it would have been difficult to ignore the love and need pouring from his mind to hers, radiating from his very being. There was truth to his words, truth she could feel, and couldn’t deny.
"Tell me you need me as much as I need you."
She clung to the words, clung to him, needy in ways she couldn’t give words to. But she knew he would sense it, feel it, understand it. She didn’t always feel comfortable leaving her mind so open to him, but know, as connected and completed as she felt in the moment, she was grateful for it. So she rested against him, even as the water grew lukewarm, just reveling in the sensation of his skin on hers, and his heart beating in his chest and the occasion meeting of their lips.
“I want to try and get clean, again,” She admitted, after some time. “I don’t know what you plan now, with Linora, if you are going to try and take her in to stand before the or what. But I hope there is a future for us somewhere in there. “
“We don’t have to figure that out right now,” Quentin acknowledged with a kiss on the forehead, “but I want a future with you, as well.”
The ship came out of hyper drive, and as much as she might have wanted to rest in his arms some more, there were things to do. And the memory of what happened to them the last time they put carnal wants before paying attention to their surrounding prevented them from continuing to cuddle any further. So Kaydia got up, and looked down at the ruined remains of the one thing Linora owned that actually fit her. Nothing left but to discard it, and slip into one of the too big flight suits. If they could retrieve their stuff from Procopia, there were plenty of clothes for her, things she hadn’t even had a chance to wear yet.
Fortunately, there wasn’t anything to get in the way of landing on Procopia. It took a bit of tracking, but they were able to get their stuff back. The plan was to abandon Linora’s yacht here, so the Digital Sun couldn’t track them further, and load her up into Quentin’s Scrapper, to make their way to Cephoria. So Quentin went on to load their stuff up and get the ship ready to launch, and Kaydia went back to the yacht to retrieve Linora.
***
Quentin and Kaydia had been off the ship for almost an hour. They landed somewhere, but it didn’t matter where they were. It only mattered that this was Linora’s chance to escape her bondage. Her chance to begin planning her revenge on Quentin and Scarlet both.
Once she was out of her cell and cleaned and dressed, free form the excess drugs and its lingering effects, she began to plan. Quentin would have to die, no questions about it. Converting him to her cause was going to be more trouble than it was worth, if it were even possible. There was, however, still hope for Scarlet. She was still fiending for Inertia, and she could still be molded into an obedient assas
sin. Once Linora finished disciplining her. Once she learned her place, at Linora’s feet.
Kaydia was returning, alone. Perfect. Putting up her mental defenses, Linora found a place to hide so she could catch Kaydia off guard.
***
Kaydia made her way back to Linora’s private room aboard the yacht, looking for the Inertia she had found earlier. Except it wasn’t where she left it. Or in several other places in the room she checked. Why couldn’t she find it?
“Looking for something?”
Kaydia froze as she recognized Linora’s voice, terror at its implication filling her. She turned to face Linora, hardly given the chance to see her before a fierce psionics push knocked her into a wall. Linora’s laughter mocked her as she tripped to get a grip on her situation, tried to fight back against the invisible fingers wrapped around her throat.
“I told you that I’d be out, Scarlet,” Linora taunted, orange hatred burning in her eyes. Kaydia was slammed into the wall again before she could catch her breath. She could feel herself growing dizzy from the lack of air, her vision going dark on the edges of her sight. “And you will suffer for your betrayal,” Linora whispered, coming closer. Anything else she might have said was lost on Kaydia, as she lost consciousness.
***
"Yeah, no problem," Quentin said with a smile. "I'll finish getting our stuff back, and meet you back at the yacht." He eyed the paperwork skeptically. "Maybe about an hour?" He grinned ruefully, then gave Kaydia a quick kiss. "I'll see you soon."
She left, and he settled into the routine endorsing documents and completing forms. Recovering the Scrapper was just a simple matter of showing up at the port. But their personal possessions? The ones left behind? The hotel was holding those as security against the damages, and proving that they were the owners and then completing the required police and insurance forms was tedious.
Finally, it was over. He made arrangements to have their possessions returned to the ship, and was just settling his plasma blade and belt onto his hip when it hit him. An unreasoning wash of terror that surged through him like wildfire.
Pain. Ghost pain. "Kaydia!" he gasped, eyes wide as he looked around. Hers, not his, and he began running. He took stairs three and then four and then ten at a time, sprinting towards the front door. Beyond, he ripped a passer-by from a speeder bike and screamed through the streets without regard for traffic or traffic laws. The wash of emotions and sensations reached a crescendo as he roared into the starport, and then stopped with a dreadful finality.
Gritting his teeth he jumped the bike, clearing a security checkpoint and knowing he was too late. By the time he reached the berthing pit, the yacht was screaming starward. "Kaydia!" he screamed, calling on the Psionics to find her. "KAYDIA!" There was no response. No trace of her presence. He watched the yacht vanish and then sagged to his knees, blinded by his tears.
***
The yacht was moving again, preparing to launch back into space, back towards Miruta. Once oxygen returned to her mind, Kaydia woke up to find herself bound. Linora was waiting on her, hands behind her back in a confident pose.
“No, this flight suit doesn’t suit you any,” Linora declared, smirking devilishly as she ripped it in two. Kaydia pushed down the memories recalled now, trying to focus on calling out to Quentin, reaching out to him despite the distance. Still, she could feel the hateful lust surging Linora, distracting her form her task.
“Enjoy it bitch. Go ahead and get your fill of me, because Quentin already wanted to murder you. You are just going to make it easier for him to.”
“Quentin isn’t coming for you. Don’t you get it, you stupid slut? Quentin used you. He used you to escape, and then used your body for his pleasure. He’s gone, Scarlet. He doesn’t care what happens to you. He never cared what happens to you. It’s why he let pirates capture you.”
She knew Linora was lying to her. Trying to hurt her, leave her feeling helpless and alone, so she would be easier to manipulate. She still felt Quentin’s warmth on her lips and in her mind. His declarations of love and need, his promises. “That’s not–“ She started, before screaming, a familiar sensation coursed through her, pain and pleasure shooting through her body, leaving her shuddering under the traumatic weight of it.
“Hmm,” Linora moaned, licking her lips as her eyes met Kaydia’s again. “The SIN still works. That will be very useful, in time.” She triggered it again, sustaining for several painful minutes as she measured out a dose of Inertia. By the end of it Kaydia’s eyes were too watery to see what she was doing anymore. Then it was just the familiar bite of the needle, and the comforting numbness, wrapping around her so she didn’t have to feel anything anymore.
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Shadow’s Eclipse
Part 1: Scarlet Reflections
Part 2: Driven to Inertia
Part 3: Assassin by Another Name (Available October, 2019)
Part 4: In the Grip of Yesterday (Available November, 2019)
Part 5: On the Razor’s Edge of Light and Darkness (Available December, 2019)